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Emanuel, will your doctors let you be ill? Or are the new laws quoting quotas they have to fill? They said you to have to work So you work and you get worse And you curse the day you were born Fill in your date of birth And sign your name on the application form Emanuel, every drop of blood taste like wine When I speak of blood I'm speaking of how you always felt like a brother to me Emanuel, when I speak of wine I'm speaking of the wine regions Outside of Santiago, Chile Where I will take you when you get better Emanuel, it's difficult to stand fast When it's not your arm nicely wrapped in a cast When your a needle in a haystack And a dead horse on the racetrack And no one sees you bleeding When the story is old And the winter blowing cold in Sweden Emanuel, every drop of blood tastes like wine When I speak of blood I'm speaking of what I would do if anyone hurt you Emanuel, when I speak of wine, I'm speaking of the wine regions Outside of Santiago, Chile Where I will take you when you get better And that's a promise Emanuel, imagine the cool breeze from the Andes Emanuel, imagine the full-bodied red wine against your lips Emanuel, imagine the Chilean women The most beautiful women in the world |